Got ink on my skin By the riverbank rain Little swallow on my hand Keeps coming back again Seen hard doors slam And I wore that seal But the bird on my knuckle Still knows the way is real Black lines, blue skin Old tales in the bones One for the road And one for the road home Swallow on my knuckle Carry me through Swallow on my knuckle I still come through Bit by bit I made my name Swallow on my knuckle Same old flame (Swallow on my knuckle) Some men read the sign Like a warning in shame Some wear it for the miles And some for the game Mine was never a crown Just a mark I could keep When the world got cruel That small bird let me breathe Black lines, blue skin Old tales in the bones One for the road And one for the road home Swallow on my knuckle Carry me through Swallow on my knuckle I still come through Bit by bit I made my name Swallow on my knuckle Same old flame (Swallow on my knuckle) If you ask what I was I’ll tell you what I am Still here with the weather Still standing with the band And the hand that was shaken Now holds its own Little bird on my skin Took me back home Swallow on my knuckle Carry me through Swallow on my knuckle I still come through Bit by bit I made my name Swallow on my knuckle Same old flame (Swallow on my knuckle)
